What is my middle name, and what significance does it hold?
My middle name is Edward. I was named after my great grandfather. Never met him. My mom’s grandpa, and I think someone she was very close to. A rare positive male figure in her childhood, I think. I got his full name, so Edward was his middle name, I do believe. I wish I’d known him, known the man whose name I was given.
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I took the BEST nap today. Door was open. The sun was out. Birds were singing. The breeze was breezin. I read for a bit, and then conked out. I’m reading Educating Peter by Lettie Teague, which I think is the best introductory-to-wine book I’ve come across. She’s taking a friend who knows next to nothing about wine and introducing him to all the major wine areas of the world one at a time, selecting the top and/or typical bottles of each region. And she wrote it all down as she went along. It’s perfect. Very much scratches the systematic itch inside me. Comprehensive. Structured. And fun. I write down the wine she mentions as I go.
Went to a friend’s birthday party tonight, which was at a wine bar in Studio City. Very cute! I liked it. And then we walked with some other friends to a burger place nearby called Heavy Handed and shared a smash burger and an ice cream cone. Delightful.
Did some weed whacking. Took a shower. Happy to report my boil is almost completely gone. Just a tiny little scab now. Watched Wrexham win in the morning and did laundry. It was a good Saturday. Looking forward to a very, very chill Sunday.
Night night.